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“I got the chips!”

Vector jumped the couch to land next to Devon, who jumped slightly at his sudden appearance, some of the potato chips from the large bowl he held spilling over the sides.

“Jeez, Vector!!” she exclaimed, wiping the greasy crumbs off her lap.

“Hehe…” he grinned sheepishly, “sorry…”

Devon hid the small smile that threatened to grace her features as she flipped through channels on Vector’s TV. It seemed impossible how many channels he got; it had to be in the three thousands, at least. And most were even HD. The guy was a couch potato, sure, but she had to admit, he knew how to live, though maybe a little too well.

“Oh!” Vector’s eyes lit up, “Wait, wait, go back!!”

She flipped backward until Vector told her to stop.

“There! There!” he settled back in his seat, “Yes!! This is like, one of my FAVORITE movies!!!”

She chuckled, “I should have known one of your favorite movies would be Finding Nemo.”

“Hey, it’s an amazing movie!” he grabbed a handful of chips and stuffed his face with them, “I just love Dory!! I wanted a fish like her when I was a kid. A Regal Blue Tang. Dad opted for a King Emperor Piranha instead. Still named her Dory, though.”

“Lucky…” Devon said, half feigning dejection, “I wanted a fossa, but my mom got me a cat. Took me forever to make her understand a fossa’s a weasel, not a cat. She could have at least gotten me a ferret.”

“Parents just don’t get animals, I guess,” he shrugged.

“Guess they don’t,” she agreed, nestling into the couch beside him.

They both watched the movie silently for a while; it hadn’t been too far in when Devon had flipped to it. The only sounds aside from the movie were a few laughs at humorous parts, occasional commentary, usually from Vector spouting off arbitrary facts about some of the ocean life depicted, or the crunching of potato chips.

Her eyes rested on him after he had started going on about some of the uses for sting ray venom. She held back a chuckle; what an uber nerd. She found herself smiling at him stupidly and quickly turned back to the movie. His pointless lectures used to annoy her back when she had first taken the internship with him. She remembered him rambling on and on about a weapon or one of his previous heists, and she would wonder when in the world he was going to shut up. But now…

It had kind of grown on her.

Vector felt himself blush when he noticed that she had been staring at him. The two of them had technically been “together” for several months now, but their relationship was still more like close friends who sometimes kissed. Not that he minded; he never wanted her to stop seeing him as her best friend. She still played coy, though, whenever he made a suggestive comment or tried to get a little further with her. And she had put up with some pretty lewd comments from him, many resulting in a sharp punch in the shoulder or flick to the back of the head. Not that he really meant anything; he hadn’t really expected her to be swept off her feet by them. But he would be lying if he said he wouldn’t have taken her up on any offers.

His eyes shifted cautiously toward Devon, who was curled into a ball, knees held to her chest. He bit his bottom lip with a goofy grin and slid just a tiny bit closer. He glanced at her again, and she was still munching on a potato chip obliviously. He wriggled an eyebrow, holding back a chuckle, then stretched and yawned, a bit too exaggerated and loud for it to have been real, and he slowly, quietly lowered an arm around Devon’s shoulders.

Devon tried not to react. He had pulled this stunt so many times before. She KNEW he thought it was subtle, but even though no one could possibly fall for it, she had let him get away with it every time, mostly because she found it sort of cute. But this time…she decided to call him out on it. Just for fun.

She sighed, “Ya know, Vec…you’re not being nearly as inconspicuous as you think you are.”

Vector’s eyes widened for a moment, “A-pssh!! What are you…TALKING about?!”

“The yawning…arm around the shoulders thing? Yeah, I know what you’re trying to do.”

“Huh!...” his look of surprise slowly turned into a smirk, “and just what is it you think I’m trying to do?”

She half scoffed, half laughed, “Vector Perkins, you’re trying to seduce me…” she rested her head on his shoulder and looked at him sideways, “aren’t you?”

Vector raised an eyebrow, “Oh, and do tell me what’s so forbidden about an innocent, little snuggle on the couch with your best friend?”

The look she gave him and the breathy, lowered tone of her voice made his stomach do summersaults, “I think…you wanna do more than just snuggle.”

Vector gulped. Devon didn’t know yet exactly what she was doing. She was only teasing at this point, but she really didn’t know the extent of what she was doing to Vector. And what she did next would almost border on cruel in hindsight. Slowly, painfully slowly, she slid onto Vector’s lap. He stiffened…in more ways than one.

She leaned in and nuzzled him underneath his chin, planting tiny kisses along his neck, starting over his adam’s apple then up his jaw. Then, Vector let a strained whimper escape his throat when she nibbled playfully on his earlobe.

It was only a few seconds before she realized just how rigid Vector had gone, “Vector?” she asked, this time in her usual, non-seductive voice. When she looked up at him, his entire face was flushed, and he had a look of utmost discomfort.

Her eyebrows furrowed in concern that she had done something horribly wrong, “I’m sorry…am I making you uncomfortable?”

Vector’s brain screamed at him to say no. What was he DOING?! After twenty five whole years, he finally had an attractive woman sitting on HIS lap and coming onto HIM, and he FREEZES UP?! He was supposed to be the one making HER blush. Not the other way around. That’s how he had always fantasized about it, and he HAD fantasized about it, with Devon in particular.

“I-I’m…really sorry, Vector,” Devon apologized, a look of embarrassment on her face, “I really didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I was only messing with you.”

Vector felt himself nod, and his mind screamed at him again, ‘A hot girl is making a pass at you!!! Take advantage of the opportunity, STUPID!!’

“It’s just…”

Devon stopped as she was about to remove herself from his lap, “Huh?”

“…I…” Vector stammered, not in the way he usually did, but in an embarrassed, insecure way, completely out of character for him, “I just…don’t want you to do something you don’t want to…that’s all.”

“Oh…” Devon looked relieved, “well, I mean…I wasn’t going to…DO anything; I was just teasing.”

Vector’s eyes flicked from where she was still seated in his lap, to her, and back.

Her mouth opened slightly, “You…didn’t want to REALLY DO anything?”

Vector just couldn’t muster up an answer. She obviously hadn’t yet noticed the tent in his pants much too close to where she sat that said he did.

“Did you?”

He pursed his lips together, then opened his mouth, his jaw quivering a bit, “I…I mean, we HAVE been…together for a while…”

Devon furrowed her eyebrows. He was right. They HAD been together for quite a while.

Vector could tell she was thinking seriously. A small flush was starting to rise to her cheeks as well.

“Do you…want to…”

There were several seconds of silence in which Devon didn’t finish her question, but it was clear what she was asking.

Vector finally sighed, “I-I don’t understand WHY this is so…I don’t know why I can’t…”

“Vector…” she smiled as softly as she had said his name, “are you NERVOUS?”

“I! Y— N-no!!” he laughed much too loudly for it to be genuine, “Nervous?! Why would I be…nervous?”

Her smile softened even more, and her cheeks turned a deeper pink, “It’s alright, Vector.”

She rested a hand on his cheek to find it as hot as it looked. And when she shifted a bit in his lap, she finally noticed his arousal. He knew the exact moment she recognized it. He felt her thigh brush against it, and he saw the slight change in her expression.

However, she swept a thumb across his cheek bone, “It’s alright,” she whispered, and she kissed him more gently than she ever had before.

He melted into the kiss for only a moment before lightly pressing against her shoulder, “Devon, I…I’m so sorry. I should have…I should be the one to…I just, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“DON’T be sorry, Vector,” she hugged him close, “there’s nothing wrong with being nervous…”

“It’s just…what if I’m not…what if I can’t…s-satisfy you?”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” she ran her fingers absent mindedly through his hair, “Vector, don’t worry about that. I doubt anyone’s perfect the first time.”

“But I…I want YOUR first time to be…special.”

“You think it won’t be?” she gave him a reassuring smile, “It’ll be special just because it’s with you! It will be awesome, no matter what, because it’s you. I love you, Vector.”

Vector seemed to relax if only a bit, and he smiled warmly, “I love you too, Devon. More than anything. That’s why…I want it to be perfect for you.”

“You could be the worst person in the world at sex, Vector, and it would still be perfect.”

She was becoming more and more aware of his hardened member against her thigh, and she could feel her own body responding, “Do you want our first time to be now? ...because…I think I do.”

He felt his breathing becoming even more labored, “A-…are you sure?”

She nodded with a shy smile in answer.

“Then…I do.”
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